"I don’t want disinfectant. I know you’re perfectly clean," Beetee protested, still struggling to break Magnus’s hold. It was no use, though; the other man was twice his size at the very least. He’d have better success pushing against a concrete wall. "Yes, I’d like to know where you’ve been; it’s why I asked. But could you let me go first, please?" Beetee knew it was futile, but he continued to waste his energy attempting to free himself. Magnus was in his precious personal space and Beetee needed him out, now. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. “It isn’t you. You know it isn’t you. Let me go,” he said again, trying to make his voice sound irritable, but it came out as anxious instead.
“Then stop protesting and let someone give you some love” He said teasingly just to watch the other man’s reaction. He knew he was invading Bee-tee’s personal space, but he continued doing so. Finally, he released him from his tight grip and looked at his eyes with a playful glint in his eyes. “Okay, okay. I thought this was going to be a little more effusive, don’t you know?” He said as he placed the other man in the ground.
“It happened six months before the games. One of the rebels approached me and recruited me. “They wanted me to give access to some of the computers in the Capitol. They offered me to disappear, but before I did it I installed some backdoors in the system so I could get access to them” He commented taking a deep breath.
